Do you know that they gave him a medal for something?" Yes, sir I did." You did?" Yes. Sir, This is the young man that you are speaking about. This is...Kyle Monson. You need to hear his story."Kyle repeated the entire story again for the benefit of the Superintendent who immediately wanted to hold an all school assembly to honor the local hero. Kyle would have none of that. There was no way he would stand up in front of everyone like that; he would be terribly embarrassed. All he wanted to do. Holding it up, he looked again at the picture of the Angel, then gently set it down on his desk before saying his final prayers for the night. The next day, Father Christopher woke up, and seeing the medallion, slipped it over his head, smiling at the kindness and generosity Annie May had shown him. Ignoring the aching in his hips and back, he got ready to begin his day. At lunchtime, Father Christopher was once again bringing sandwiches to some of the homeless, and reading them some scripture,. I had no idea what was going on but her alien actions had stunned me with fear, the wall forcing the air from my lungs.The same hand that had hit my face slowly came up and stroked my cheek lightly - tenderly. A small malicious smile came to my daughters lips. Those eyes stayed the same though, cold."Why did you pick that slut over dad, mother?"Oh god - she knew! She couldn't could she?For the last several years, I've been having an affair with a friend, the neighbour next door. At first we did. Michael then drove behind Lorna to her cottage. He was very aroused by both the upcoming sex and the upcoming beating, he had not yet specified whether he wanted a caning or a tawsing.On arrival at Lorna's cottage, she said, "We will forget about your smacked bottom until later, first we will go to my bed and we shall fuck," Michael's Scottish holiday had taken an unexpected twist, but he was very enthused about it.As Michael followed Lorna up the stairs, he admired how her big backside.